当落叶松缀满玫红色的幼芽，

When rosy plumelets tuft the larch,

      枝头画眉鸣出罕有的欢歌，

   And rarely pipes the mounted thrush;

      或是从光秃秃的灌木丛里

   Or underneath the barren bush

突然掠过三月海蓝色的翠鸟；

Flits by the sea-blue bird of March;

来，显现你的形体，我会辨识出

      那个我大学时代最熟悉的灵魂，

Come, wear the form by which I know

      未尽岁月的希望

   Thy spirit in time among thy peers;

在你额前，辽阔又清澈。

   The hope of unaccomplish'd years

Be large and lucid round thy brow.

当夏日一点点成熟，变化了

      五月的气息，伴随玫瑰的芬芳

When summer's hourly-mellowing change

      在那环绕孤单田庄起伏着的

   May breathe, with many roses sweet,

一千重麦浪之上；

   Upon the thousand waves of wheat,

That ripple round the lonely grange;

来，但不要在无眠的长夜，

      而在温暖日光下，

Come: not in watches of the night,

      来，你死后形体的美丽，

   But where the sunbeam broodeth warm,

像极好的，光中的光。

   Come, beauteous in thine after form,

And like a finer light in light.